◎Happy 150th Day: Excellent Employee of Doomsday Terminator Company◎
When the group finally stepped on flat ground instead of construction debris, someone couldn't help crying.
Jiang Muyun cooperated with Chu Buwen to put Professor Chen down, and then he slowly slid down to the ground against the wall as if exhausted.
Professor Chen was well protected by Chu Buwen all the way and did not suffer any external injuries. At this moment, he was just holding his chest and looked a little uncomfortable.
Jiang Muyun took out a bottle of water from her bag and replaced Professor Chen's mask with a piece of wet gauze.
Then a piece of wet non-woven cloth was handed under Jiang Muyun's eyes.
Jiang Muyun raised his hand to take it, bent his knees and wiped the wound with the flashlight.
When the previous wave of aftershocks came, everyone endured it by lying on the ground.
After several ups and downs, everyone's wrists and knees were injured to some extent.
It's just that some people are lucky and wear thick clothes, so it doesn't show at the moment.
Jiang Muyun is one of those people who is not very lucky.
There were a few pieces of broken concrete right at her knees where she was lying, which not only caused her to lose a pair of valuable waterproof pants and several pairs of thermal pants underneath, but also scraped off a large piece of skin from her knees.
Jiang Muyun took a deep breath and picked out all the small stones stuck in the wound, and then Chu Buwen handed her a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
Jiang Muyun, Chu Buwen, and Captain Yu all carried emergency kits when they went out, so they had enough food, water, and medicine.
But Captain Wang and others who were responsible for picking them up did not carry so many things with them.
Most of them only carried an emergency medical kit and a very small amount of water, but they had whistles for calling for help, flares, paint bags for marking, etc.
Captain Wang only had some emergency supplies in his pockets, and he focused on protecting the two boxes containing the little pink and mutant fish throughout the whole process.
He was gasping for breath at this moment, but he did not forget to put the box tied to his back safely, and then spread his hands and fell against the wall.
"Excuse me, please save my life first..." Captain Wang said weakly.
When Captain Wang's clothes were cut open, everyone couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.
There was a large piece of skin and flesh missing from his waist, and the edges of the wound were jagged, looking like it was caused by a blunt object.
Especially since Captain Wang had walked all this way despite being injured, the condition of his wound was even more horrible.
Fortunately, after a preliminary examination, the two medical staff said that there was no internal damage, and as long as the bleeding was stopped in time and there was no infection, there would be no serious problem.
"Rescue efforts will be sent from the central shelter." Captain Wang took a sip of water and breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course there will be rescue.
I just don't know how long I have to wait.
The severity of this earthquake is obviously beyond previous ones. The tunnel collapsed like this, and we don't know what the situation is with the shelter converted from the subway station.
Even though this group of people would most likely be listed as priority rescue targets, it was impossible for the higher-ups to ignore the lives of various shelters and devote excessive manpower to their rescue.
The food and water that Jiang Muyun and his companions had with them was only enough to last them two days.
There is no heating in this abandoned tunnel, and the temperature is not as terrible as on the ground, but judging from the speed at which drinking water freezes, it is definitely more than ten degrees below zero.
If calorie intake cannot be guaranteed at this time, other people in good health may be able to hold on, but Professor Chen and Captain Wang will definitely suffer from hypothermia.
I can only pray that the rescue team can clear the obstacles faster.
During the first hour that Jiang Muyun and others were waiting for rescue in the tunnel, they removed all the thermal blankets and wrapped the two injured people with them layer by layer.
Jiang Muyun found a corner and asked everyone to sit together. Then he took out the needle and thread from his bag and sewed the remaining thermal blankets together.
Everyone put it on their heads and formed a simple little tent.
In the second hour, Jiang Muyun started a fire using a small iron stove and alcohol blocks.
They opened up the compressed dry food, poured it into the pot, added water and cooked it into a paste.
Jiang Muyun opened a few pieces of hard candy and stuffed one into the mouths of Professor Chen, Chen Cheng, and Captain Wang.
After doing this, she and Chu Buwen asked a few soldiers for the paint bags they used for marking, and climbed back to the car that was smashed beyond recognition to leave a mark to indicate their direction.
In the third hour, even though the fire was still going out, everyone felt that they were getting colder and colder.
The alcohol cubes that Captain Yu had in his bag burned out, so Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen poured out all the alcohol cubes in their bags.
In addition to the supplies in their bags, she and Chu Buwen also had some food, water, medicine and fuel scattered on their bodies.
These little things look inconspicuous and have no presence when put in your pocket, but when you take them all out, there are actually quite a few of them.
When supplies are scarce, their value becomes apparent.
Jiang Muyun took advantage of the backpack to secretly transfer a small bottle of alcohol from the space.
The number of small stoves for lighting increased from one to two, and everyone felt a little better and started chatting casually.
In the fourth hour, a group of people who had just known each other for a few hours tried to chat for a while.
Unfortunately, Jiang Muyun's side was fine, but the soldiers led by Captain Wang seemed to be more socially anxious than each other. They would never speak unless someone specifically looked for them. They were like high school students who were forced by their parents to be mascots at a social dinner party after evening self-study.
To be honest, everyone is very tired now.
But no one dared to sleep.
Even Professor Chen, who was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to sit up, forced himself to cheer up.
Everyone was afraid that they would fall asleep and never wake up again.
So even if those people who are really socially anxious don't want to say a word, they have to pretend to be participating in the conversation to prevent themselves from being hypnotized by all kinds of topics that they are not interested in.
Jiang Muyun thought for a long time, and suddenly slapped the box containing the little powder. The loud bang scared everyone.
"Let me tell you a story." Jiang Muyun said seriously.
"What story?" Captain Yu became interested.
He is usually the kind of person who can get along with anyone. However, no matter how outgoing he is, he can't chat for two hours with a group of socially anxious people he doesn't know at all.
If this continued, he would have no choice but to resort to the household registration-style chat method and question those soldiers one by one.
It’s better to tell stories.
At least storytelling doesn’t require forcing people to interact.
If the story is exciting enough, it will definitely keep people awake.
Captain Yu, who was racking his brains to find a topic, was so moved that he almost hugged Jiang Muyun and spun around.
Jiang Muyun smiled mysteriously.
What other stories could she tell?
Since she wanted to attract everyone's attention, she would of course tell the most outrageous, eye-catching, and most familiar story she knew!
Not only can it attract attention, but it can also help you warm yourself up manually by reciting shameful quotes in public.
The king of cost-effectiveness.
"Three years ago, I gave birth to 108 children for him, who was diagnosed with infertility."
The first sentence of Jiang Muyun's story scared everyone awake.
Chu Buwen's hands trembled slightly as he unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.
He tried to drink some water to calm himself down, but just as the water reached his throat, Chu Buwen heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground in the tunnel.
Chu Buwen swallowed a mouthful of water, which made his throat hurt. He didn't care about these things and asked hurriedly, "Is there any movement?"
Jiang Muyun, who had just been reciting the One Hundred and Eight Treasures to everyone with great emotion, sat up straight in an instant.
Everyone instantly became alert, wanting to prick up their ears to catch every sound.
Bang.
There was indeed a sound of something heavy falling coming from the other end of the tunnel.
And there is more than one.
But no one was alarmed by this.
Because along with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, there is also a unique whistle sound.
Captain Wang lifted the life-saving blanket that was used to keep warm above his head, and his tone was full of unconcealed joy: "It's the rescue team's whistle! Help is coming - hiss!"
Captain Wang, who had pulled his wound in the excitement, almost cried out.
In the fifth hour, a group of people who were only one step away from digging out of the apocalyptic dungeon with their toes finally received rescue.
Rescue after the apocalypse isn't that complicated.
To save time, those who could walk on their own followed. Those with limited mobility, like Professor Chen and Captain Wang, were carried wherever possible, saving the need to clear a path for the stretcher.
"Everyone, please help! The Central Shelter isn't far from here." The rescue team leader said as they led the team through the ruins. "The person in charge of this project is waiting for you at the shelter."
The Central Shelter is called a shelter, but when Jiang Muyun and others arrived there, they discovered that this place is definitely not the same as an ordinary shelter for survivors.
Professor Chen and Captain Wang both took the special passage. Chen Cheng followed Professor Chen, and the two boxes were handed over to the staff at the central shelter.
Jiang Muyun and his companions who entered the shelter according to normal procedures could not remember how many doors they had passed through and how many levels of disinfection and security checks they had undergone.
After passing through the last disinfection passage, what appeared before Jiang Muyun and others was not the living scene like the previous Anshan shelter, but more like a high-end office building.
The entire Central Shelter was brightly lit, with rows of desks, mountains of documents, and staff members hurrying around with documents in their arms.
Jiang Muyun had never worked in her life, but she felt that the scene in front of her was strangely familiar.
It's a long-lost feeling of normality.
This feeling has nothing to do with how they dress.
Everyone here seems to have hope for life, rather than the common indifference and numbness among survivors in the apocalypse.
The soldiers and medical staff said goodbye to them and took them into the central shelter. Several staff members led Jiang Muyun and his friends through the public office area, briefly introduced the situation here to them, and then took Jiang Muyun and his friends to a quiet office space.
There are separate offices here. Jiang Muyun took a quick look at the sign hanging on the door. Well, this might be a sea in the apocalyptic dungeon version.
The staff member led Jiang Muyun and others to a meeting room.
He knocked on the door twice gently, and after hearing the response from inside, he pushed the door open and motioned Jiang Muyun and others to come in.
"Hello, my name is Feng. I'm currently the head of agricultural science research in the capital. I'm glad to hear that you're all safe."
The door of the reception room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in the room came forward to greet them.
Jiang Muyun looked around. The furnishings here were not very good, just a few sofas and a desk.
However, considering the current situation in the capital, it is considered good to be able to put these things together.
In addition to Jiang Muyun and others and Mr. Feng who spoke first, there were also several middle-aged men and women in the room. They all looked well-mannered and had been in high positions for a long time. When they saw Jiang Muyun and others enter the room, they all stood up to greet them.
Mr. Feng said he was the chief person in charge of agricultural science research, but he himself was not a scientific researcher, but a senior government official.
Strictly speaking, his role is more like the head of the logistics department of the Institute of Agricultural Sciences. He will be responsible for all matters not related to scientific research, just like welcoming Professor Chen back to the Capital Institute of Agricultural Sciences this time.
However, given the current status of the Institute of Agricultural Sciences, it goes without saying that Mr. Feng's rank must be incredibly high.
Jiang Muyun and the others shook hands with Mr. Feng in turn and exchanged a few words, then listened to Mr. Feng introduce the other people to them.
After the pleasantries, Mr. Feng's expression turned serious. "Professor Chen's importance to the country cannot be fully expressed in a few words. The experimental materials you brought back to the capital will also play a significant role in our country's scientific research."
Jiang Muyun asked casually, "Mr. Feng, are there any special features of those fish?"
She wasn't surprised that Xiaofen was valued by the higher-ups, but why did the mutant fish they casually caught seem so important too?
After hearing Jiang Muyun's words, Mr. Feng pondered for a moment, as if organizing his words, and then said to Jiang Muyun and the others, "It took several years for the capital to open a road to the northern oil fields."
Jiang Muyun didn't expect that the matter here seemed not so simple. She nodded slightly to indicate that she was listening.
"We sacrificed many lives to open this road. One squad was almost completely wiped out, disappearing silently into an area without a trace, leaving even a body behind."
Disappeared silently.
Jiang Muyun asked, "Are these fish?"
Mr. Feng nodded, then shook his head. "I'm not sure. But judging by their appearance, these two fish share many similarities, like their peculiar triangular body structure."
Jiang Muyun thought for a moment and asked, "Can the kind of fish you're talking about be brought ashore?"
Jiang Muyun guessed that the reason these mutant fish they encountered had mutated into this form was to make it easier for them to move on the shore.
Organisms always mutate, or evolve, in a direction that is beneficial to themselves.
Mr. Jiang was a little surprised when he heard this: "Yes, the kind of fish we encountered can indeed be brought ashore."
"According to the research institute's inference, the birth of these strange mutant fish there is most likely due to some kind of chemical pollution."
Jiang Muyun was puzzled. "Why do you say it's very likely? Didn't you take the contaminants back for testing?"
Mr. Feng smiled bitterly and said, "That's why the higher-ups are so anxious to send people to pick you up and take you to the central shelter."
"I said 'almost annihilated' because there was still one survivor in the original team."
"The survivor's wound is severely infected." Mr. Feng ran his hand over the cool surface of the table. "Have any of you seen wounds caused by bites from that kind of fish?"
Jiang Muyun and others nodded.
"The skin and flesh around the wound will appear to be corroded," Jiang Muyun said. "And the infected flesh will lose sensation."
The wound of the woman lying on the raft really scared Chen Cheng.
"Then it seems the symptoms are indeed similar," Mr. Feng said. "I don't know what happened to the injured person you saw, but the survivor I know doesn't have a single piece of healthy skin left on his body. But even so, he's lived for over a year and still hasn't found relief."
Jiang Muyun and others unconsciously imagined the scene and suddenly felt a pang of pain in their teeth.
Mr. Feng's expression was a mixture of joy and displeasure. He whispered, "The Central Sanctuary has mobilized a large number of scientific researchers to study this matter. The final conclusion is that those fish contain a special element that is said to promote cell growth."
"I'm not a medical professional, so I can only give you a rough idea of what's going on." Mr. Feng gestured with his hands. "To put it simply, it's growing and rotting at the same time."
It grows and rots at the same time, and the more it grows, the more it rots.
Only when the difference between the long and the bad slowly accumulates to a certain amount can you get relief.
No one can say for sure how long this waiting process will take.
Even Jiang Muyun, who was used to seeing cruel scenes, felt pain all over his body when he heard it.
Jiang Muyun rubbed his arms to cover up the illusion of pain all over his body.
Mr. Feng put down his hand and continued, "Since we were unable to produce anti-inflammatory drugs, we were eager to find the substance that would accelerate wound healing, so we sent people back to the place where the fish were found."
"It's too late," Mr. Feng sighed. "By the time our people found the place, it had already become a desert. We tried digging for so long, but we couldn't find anything."
After saying that, Mr. Feng looked at Jiang Muyun and the others with a blazing gaze.
Just when they were about to give up, Jiang Muyun and others came to the capital with a fish corpse that was 80% similar to the mutant fish described by the survivor.
The most surprising thing is that they even brought back the pollutants that caused the fish to mutate!
"On behalf of the Chinese government and the countless survivors who are in dire straits, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you." Mr. Feng bowed deeply to Jiang Muyun and others.
The people behind Mr. Feng also bent down following his movements.
Jiang Muyun and his companions slightly turned sideways to avoid the bows of the people in front of them.
Jiang Muyun looked at the graying hair of the people in front of him and recalled the vibrant scene he had just witnessed. He couldn't help but relax his brows and smiled at them, "We are just ordinary survivors of the apocalypse. Making this trip is part of our job, so we don't deserve a thank you. Of course, if you want to compile a list of outstanding employees of the Apocalypse Terminator Company in the future, you can mention us and give us a mention."
Mr. Feng was stunned for a moment. He wondered how they could be the same.
From Nanshi to the capital, a distance of thousands of kilometers, the danger of having their necks hanging on the edge of a knife at all times, just to fight for a future that they themselves may not be able to see.
How can this be brushed off with just a few light words like "it's my job" and "just a reminder"?
But when his eyes met Jiang Muyun's, he suddenly couldn't say the rest of the words.
"Okay." Mr. Feng smiled a different, somewhat inappropriate smile. "Since you have completed your duties, you should receive your due rewards."
Jiang Muyun was not polite at all on this matter: "Then may I ask on behalf of the outstanding employees who are not here yet, what are their rewards?"
Mr. Feng waved his right hand in the air a few times, making a signing gesture. "Our Doomsday Terminator Company is a large company with over 100 million employees, and we're generous with our rewards for outstanding employees. On behalf of our China branch, I'd like to make a promise to each of you: we'll give each of you a blank check, and you can fill in the amount you like."
Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen looked at each other.
Jiang Muyun said seriously, "Then... we'll order some soybeans and mung beans. I wonder if the stone mill at home has been built yet."
Human beings have been multiplying for tens of millions of years and have experienced countless disasters.
Even though everyone calls this the end of the world, Jiang Muyun always believes that as long as there are still people willing to carve a stone mill in the end of the world, which may or may not be useful, mankind will not perish.
Even if natural disasters cover the land of Blue Star countless times, when the smoke and dust clear after the disaster, there will still be countless survivors emerging from every corner of the world and saying hello to the world.
The author has something to say:
It's finished. I'll post extra chapters later. I'll start fixing bugs soon. If there's a prompt to update during the day, it means I'm fixing bugs_(：з」∠)_
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